My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 281: The Watcher

Enzo

Nina screamed while I was fucking her.

I instantly pulled out, terrified that I had hurt her. I had thought that we were just having kinky sex, and I didn’t mean to do anything that would have made her uncomfortable or caused her any pain.

“What? What is it?” I asked frantically, helping her up off of the motorcycle. “Did I hurt you?”

Nina shook her head and pulled her skirt back down with one hand while pointing shakily at the trees with the other. “Someone was watching us,” she said. “I saw yellow eyes in the forest.”

I furrowed my brow and looked out toward where Nina was pointing. Nothing was there. “Are you sure it wasn’t a deer?” I asked. “I don’t see anyone.” But Nina was vehement, and just kept pointing. I planted a kiss on her forehead and decided to walk over there just to make her feel better; surely it was just a deer, but if it would make her feel safer, then I didn’t mind checking.

treeline, a familiar scent slowly came to my nostrils. It was fading quickly, but

gone now. He must have been watching us… But why? And how did he know we were here? The only possibility that came into my mind was that this cliff was, after all, located close to my

by the motorcycle with a combination of

She came running up to me

us for whatever reason, I supposed that it was best to stay together in case he tried anything. I was already fairly certain that he was working with the Crescents; and if he wasn’t, then he was, at the very least, up to no good. He clearly wanted my father to not come back, and he may have already heard about my father’s death now.

into the woods. The thick pine trees made it much darker inside the forest, and the sun had almost gone down so it was even darker now. It didn’t affect me though with my

finger to my lips to indicate for her to stay quiet, which she did. We

the air. Lewis’ scent had long since dissipated, but when I looked down, I could see that there

wasn’t a pervert; I knew that much. If he was working for the Crescents, then that meant that he was potentially following us. How long he had been doing that, though, was still a mystery to me. Just thinking about it made my blood run cold; I imagined him watching us through

it since we only moved there after my mother died. I hated the way that cold, modern house looked with its enormous windows, gray appearance, and boxy shape.

fear or just from the

were out of the trees, we were able to speak freely. The sound of the ocean rushed up on us the moment we stepped out from the